Page 37 of The Duke and the Hellion Bride
“Diana,” he purred as his fingers traced up her thighs. They sent prickles of pleasure across her skin, making her shake so that she nearly fell back once more. “You may try and tell me what to do, but you must know that when we are here, I am the one who is in control.”
“Is that right?” she asked coyly, sensing now what he was doing.
“It is…” His fingers slid inside of her and she groaned, body seized by pleasure. “And so long as I am, do not dare to try and tell me what I can and cannot do.”
“And if…” She moaned as his fingers played with her. “And if I do…”
“Then I might have to stand up and leave…” He half made as if to walk away.
“No!” she cried out, then gasped because his fingers pressed inside of her. “Please…”
“Beg me…” His fingers continued to work her.
“Please,” she begged him. “Do not… do not… do not go.”
“Do you wish for me to finish?”
“Yes…”
“Will it be convenient for you?”
“God…” She fell back as waves of pleasure rolled through her. “So convenient. Please!”
“As you wish.” And then he dove his head back between her thighs.
From that moment on, he said nothing, keeping his lips on her, keeping his tongue busy, sucking and licking as her breathing rose in intensity and her body began to shake. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, any sensation she knew existed. Untold pleasure rippled down her body and washed through her so that it felt like she was on fire.
It did not take long, either.
Before she knew it, she felt... it was hard to describe. A flower blooming? A fire growing? Her insides contracting and then expanding at the same time so that her entire body felt as if it was about to burst.
“Magnus... what... what... what is.... oh, God!” She screamed again. Loudly. Eyes closed. Body spasming. Diana screamed until her throat was hoarse and then she screamed some more.
And all the while, Magnus continued to devour her. This, she thought to herself, is quite the apology indeed.
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“... my mother is not as bad as you might think,” Diana said honestly.
“You do not know what I think,” Magnus laughed.
“I know what most people do,” Diana pointed out. “So, it is safe to assume you are the same.” She raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to argue. When he did not, she continued. “It has not been easy on her, having to raise so many daughters – you know what is expected, and the stress that causes.”
“Only too well,” Magnus chuckled.
“She just wants what is best,” Diana sighed. “And truly, we my fight at times... and more often than that,” she giggled. “But I do love her, and I hope she knows it.”
“Have you told her?” Magnus asked.
Diana frowned. “No... I do not think I ever have.”
“You best do so tomorrow then,” he said. “I am certain she will appreciate it. And if at the same time you wish to put in a good word for me...” He shrugged casually. “I will not mind that either.”
She laughed and slapped him playfully on the chest. He grinned at the gesture and then scooped his arm in under her. She allowed herself to be pulled in beside him, snuggling in close in a way that just an hour ago would have been unthinkable.
How quickly things change. Not that I am complaining.
It had been a strange afternoon, of that there was no doubt. When Magnus had come to the room to find Diana writing her letter to her mother and cousin, she had been certain that a fight was coming. Most strangely, he had apologized instead, had admitted fault, and most importantly had asked for a second chance.
